Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ten City to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
June Days,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.